Hate Comes and Goes, but I Just Hate That You Don't Love Me Enough (Male-Masochist Version)

161 偷 The Senior Sister Who Stole Pants Actually Wants to Become an Immortal and Change Her Life! Yan LantianAncient Romance1.2M WordsOngoing 10.5kReads6.2Score463Shelves

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This highly recommended book [Already Planted] is very good-looking for men and women (the second one matches) ~ micro-group portraits + serious cultivation of immortals + serious fighting + multiple CPs, knowing how to weigh the pros and cons, and the writing is smooth and meticulous. You will know it after reading one volume! [Shy]

162 我 My Boyfriend Is Handsome, Bad, and a Big Pervert Chic Orange PeelModern Romance165k WordsOngoing 1.3kReads—Score151Shelves

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The male protagonist falls in love with the female protagonist at first sight, a bit of wallpaper love. Both male and female protagonists have mouths, and the female protagonist loves to taunt others with a vicious tongue and can't stand a little anger. The female protagonist doesn't love the male protagonist, but the male protagonist is very capable. [Shy]

163 我 Me? Thanks for the Invitation, Still Exorcising Demons Child in CloakModern Romance425k WordsOngoing 50Reads—Score—Shelves

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There are multiple love relationships in stages, the heroine has sex with a variety of men (male protagonists of various races), the heroine is a dog training master, various X hobbies, various classic love cps, interspersed with thrilling exorcism clips. Updated at this stage: The sincerity of a bad person: a hellish husband who pursues an angel lover for love; The selfishness of a saint: a cool priest who obeys the oracle and waits; a sincere mismatch: a vengeful gentleman prince who falls in love at first sight and is kind-hearted... Unfinished stage: hate the sea and love the sky: love and kill each other, the master of the empire who loves power and loves you; wait for thousands of years: a vampire who protects wholeheartedly, just to see you again... Exorcism episode: The person next to your pillow is a devil, devouring you even when he loves you (furious) A mother's love is silent, I miss you well but don't know how to express it. In the end, childhood sweethearts still can't resist the temptation of reality (laziness). In the papal dispute, you will always die...

165 蝶 Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust: I Was Sold into Prostitution by My Mother-In-Law, and My Ex-Husband Has Been Looking for Me for Ten Years Ah55k WordsCompleted 356Reads8.7Score—Shelves

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I am Xiao Qihao. Everyone in the world says that I ruined Lin Dieer, but who knows - what I ruined was myself. I am Xiao Qihao. In the story you read, I was the heinous villain, the villain who pushed her into the abyss, and the lunatic who imprisoned her in another courtyard using despicable means and asked her to give birth to my child. Yes, I recognize all of this. But today, I want to take you to look at this story again with my eyes. Look at how that woman named Lin Die'er destroyed a man's life - no, how she made him destroy himself with his own hands. I hate Zhang Zhiming, starting from the moment I was born. He is the eldest son of the Zhang family, and he has everything when he is born. Fame, family fortune, respect from everyone. And what about me? I am the illegitimate son left behind by my father outside. I take my mother's surname of Xiao, and I am not even qualified to call him "Brother". It's okay, I'm used to it. I can tolerate being dependent on others and looking at people's faces. Until I met her. I will always remember the first time I saw Lin Die'er. She was standing in the courtyard of Zhang's Mansion, with a pond full of koi carp behind her. She was wearing a light green skirt with a silver butterfly hairpin in her hair. She looked like she had stepped out of a painting. No, he's even prettier than the person in the painting. She glanced at me. Just a light glance, polite and distant. Then she turned around and walked towards Zhang Zhiming. At that moment, something in my heart broke. Why? How come Zhang Zhiming, who was born with everything, can even have such a woman? And I am not even qualified to let her take another look. I started to be crazy jealous, and also started to fall crazy. I started to deliberately extend my stay in Zhang Mansion. I know her daily routine, knowing when she goes to the rouge shop in the morning, when she returns home in the evening, and when she turns off the lights at night. I hid behind the rockery and watched her sitting alone by the pond in a daze. She crumbled the white-flour steamed buns and threw handfuls of them toward the koi in the pond. There was no smile in her eyes, only bottomless loneliness. She is unhappy. Zhang Zhiming, don't you love her? Don't you regard her as a treasure in your palm? But you make her unhappy. That idea took root at that time - since you don't cherish it, then do it for me. I know you will call me despicable and shameless. But I want to ask - if a person has nothing since birth, how should he fight for what he wants? My methods are really bad. I colluded with Zhang's mother, plotted against Zhang Zhiming, and ruined his business. I took advantage of her danger and tricked her into my other courtyard. That night, I said to her who was struggling desperately and with tears on her face: "Your mother-in-law has betrothed you to me a long time ago. From now on, you are mine." I admit that at that moment, I felt a twisted sense of joy in my heart. I finally beat Zhang Zhiming once. I finally took something from him, something he valued most. But that kind of pleasure lasted less than one night. Because every tear she shed pierced my heart like a knife. I thought that getting her was enough. I thought that as long as she was by my side, one day she would accept me. I started to learn to be nice to her. I tidied up the other courtyard to be exquisite and warm, and collected her favorite snacks and favorite treasures. I put aside all my negative thoughts and learned to be gentle and accommodating. But the way she looked at me was still without any warmth. Late at night, she curled up in my arms and fell asleep, mumbling a name indistinctly. I held my breath and listened carefully - "Zhiming..." Those two words were like a knife, piercing straight into my heart. In her dream, she was calling another man's name. Not hate, not resentment. It was a dependence that even she herself was unaware of. It was something she would never admit to in her waking life. I knew at that moment that I would never be able to win her heart in my life. But I still refuse to let go. I became addicted to smoking and wanted to use it to numb myself. I became decadent, crazy, and unreasonable. I guarded her every day, and was pushed away by her every day. The moment she gave birth to her baby, I was ecstatic. I thought it was my flesh and blood, the only bond between me and her. Did you see it? I will believe until my death that Yi An is my son. I never discovered that there was a silver necklace hidden in the swaddling clothes - it was the token she left to her child, the only blood link between him and Zhang Zhiming. The day she was secretly sold to Yihongyuan by my mother, I was quitting smoking. When I came out, there was no news from her. I searched frantically everywhere, traveling through the streets and alleys, but there was still no news about her. I have been searching for several years, waiting for several years, and obsessing over it for several years. The last thing that awaited was the news of her death. She blocked the gun for someone and died in the arms of another man. That man is not me, nor is he Zhang Zhiming. I didn't even see him for the last time. I didn't even get a chance to say "I'm sorry." I hugged the golden butterfly hairpin she left in another courtyard and locked myself in the room. I didn't eat or drink for three days and three nights. I remembered what she once said to me. When I lost control that night, she looked at me and said coldly: "I'm just your trophy." No. Die'er, no. I love you. Because you are you, not a trophy. But I never had the chance to tell her this. Even if I tell her, she won't believe it. You all know what happened next. I poured all my guilt and longing for Die'er into Yi'an. I devoted everything I had to being kind to him, teaching him how to read and write, and to remember the righteousness of my family and country. I made Ping'er my wife and gave birth to a pair of children. But when it comes to Yi'an, I am partial. It's so biased that everyone can see it. Because I owe his mother, and I will never be able to pay it back in this lifetime. And what I owe Zhang Zhiming - the man I have hated my whole life - I repaid in another way. When the national crisis hit, I turned all the scheming and methods I had used on him, as well as the connections and financial resources I had managed in the dark, into a force to support the front line. I can point the blade at my brother, but I will never point it at my own country. This is my bottom line. It is also my final salvation. In my life, I have loved someone I shouldn't love and hated someone I shouldn't hate. I destroyed her and myself. But I have never regretted meeting her. If there is a next life - I hope not to meet her again. It's not because I don't love her anymore, it's because I hope that she won't have to suffer the same pain in this life again in the next. If possible, I hope she and Zhang Zhiming can be together well in the next life. This is my story. Confessions of a Villain, Confessions of a Madman If you only see Zhang Zhiming's affection and Yang Yanchen's protection in this book, then I ask you to also take a look at Xiao Qihao. Take a look at this man who loves in the most despicable way, destroys with the deepest obsession, and spends his life to redeem. He is not a good person. But he loves Lin Die'er, it's true. "Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust" is not a story about forgiveness. This is a story about obsession. It's about a man who spends his whole life repaying the sins he committed. It's about a woman who spends her whole life missing the person she should love the most. [I'm about to cry][I'm about to cry] If you prefer deep feelings and extreme regrets, you might as well read it slowly and carefully. This book is enough to reach the peak of sadomasochism in the Republic of China. Although the flowers bloom again, love is destined to never be reunited. The butterfly shadow returns to dust, and there is no time to wait for its return. ——Xiao Qihao

167 我 I Made the Tyrant Cry Ni'erAncient Romance148k WordsOngoing 235Reads—Score—Shelves

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Male protagonist: I hate you for not having mercy on me. I hate your diamond heart. The male protagonist kept begging for the female protagonist, but the female protagonist was unmoved. After the male protagonist was disfigured, he went completely crazy.

170 回 Back Before You Became the Light Jiujiu Doesn't Want to 996Modern Romance202k WordsOngoing 85Reads—Score—Shelves

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[Eat melon] [eat melon] [eat melon]

171 浪 The Waves Trust the Whiteness of the Clouds Qinghe QingheModern Romance333k WordsOngoing 106Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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HE No misunderstanding and reconciliation in seconds. But just across the dream... The head of the border guard team was injured and fell into a coma. He firmly believed that he was reborn in high school, and MSF took sedatives to fall asleep every night. Two patients, a mature man and a mature woman, fell in love in a dream. Double vest, switching between reality and dream is super smooth.

172 病 The Yandere True Prince Loves to Serve the Fake Daughter. Nian XiantaiModern Romance284k WordsOngoing 469Reads—Score—Shelves

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In this book, the male protagonist is really humble and loves the female protagonist [admiration]

173 我 I Don't Want to Drive You Crazy Either. Wen LuoModern Romance201k WordsOngoing 212Reads—Score—Shelves

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Babies, please look at me and see if I'm okay [send heart][send heart][send heart]